Chapter 45 Zhu Wu is a sensible person

Brother Song fell asleep lying on the roof beam, snoring loudly. I admire him from the bottom of my heart, with tens of thousands of taels of silver, I waved my hand and said no to it, without blinking my eyes. I leaned against the window rail, and the moonlight came in through the window, very bright. I thought about what Zhu Wu said during the day, it seemed to make sense, but I couldn't figure out where it made sense. When I am thinking about problems, I like to drink, just like a military adviser likes to shake a fan when thinking about problems, and Lu Zhishen likes to bang his head against the wall when thinking about problems.

After drinking two altars of Shaoxing Nuerhong, my heart gradually opened up, yes, those bastards are indeed fucking robbers! After drinking two more altars, I was a little confused, why are they all robbers, but they are high in the mountains, there are five people and six people, but we are forced to hide in Tibet?Why do other people desperately want to join them, but would rather kill their heads than join us? I usually don't ask Brother Song such a profound question, and if I do, it's useless. Since he became the leader, he only knows how to drink and socialize, and rushes to the market.

Although I'm stupid, I have an advantage. I have to ask questions that I don't understand. Because of this habit, I was often beaten when I was a child. Once I pestered my mother to ask why the donkey's second child was big and small at one time. My mother didn't say anything , gave me a slap in the face.Another time, I asked my father why he always liked to run to Aunt Wang's house next door when my mother was away. The answer was still a slap. I took the jar of wine and went to Zhu Wu. The nights in Liangshan were very lively. Lu Zhishen and others were gambling, Wu Song was drinking, Lin Chong was practicing kung fu, and that was his hobby.

Zhu Wu was reading a book, scolding his mother while reading. I'm a little confused. In my heart, books are very sacred things. They record the words of sages and the affairs of the previous dynasty. Every time I help Brother Song move the books, I hold them in both hands, for fear of wrinkling the skin a little.I asked him why he was angry. Zhu Wu closed the book and said angrily that the person who wrote the book was also a robber. I'm even more confused. Zhu Wu said, people who write books turn black and white and distort the facts, aren't they robbers? Well, it makes sense, I asked him, since they are all robbers, why we break the law and they don't.

Zhu Wu said that there are two types of robbers, one is legal robbers and the other is illegal robbers. I asked what was legal and what was illegal. Zhu Wu said that whoever wins the world is legal, and those who win the world say that whoever is illegal is illegal. Zhu Wu went on to say that none of the founding kings in history was a bandit. Zhao Kuangyin, the great ancestor of my dynasty, was originally a courtier of Chai Shizong. The seat is undoubtedly a robber. The former Emperor Taizong was originally a courtier of the Sui Dynasty. When the country was in trouble, he didn't know how to help the country, but took the opportunity to rebel. Later, in order to fight for the throne, he shot his brother Li Jiancheng to death, chopped up five nephews one by one, and killed his younger brother Li Yuanji , and then snatch his sister-in-law and use it for himself, even worse than a robber.

The so-called change of dynasty is nothing more than one gang of robbers beating off another gang of robbers.Those who win the world are heroes and heroes. Naturally, there will be a group of literati who will flatter their feet and write books and biography, which will last forever; I suddenly thought of a question, where are we?Will it be famous forever, or will it be infamous forever? Zhu Wu said, it depends on God's will.